“Where’s Liv? Liv is missing!”
<b>Chapter </b><b>137</b><b>: </b><b>Olivia </b><b>Was Caught </b><b>By </b><b>Can </b>
Chapter 137: Olivia Was Caught By Can
<b>(</b>Olivia’s POV)
The elevator doors slid shut behind me with a soft ding. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared into <b>a </b>pair of cold. calcting eyes.
“Can Mooncrest!” I gasped, my voice echoing in the confined space. “Weren’t you supposed to be in detention? How did you get released so quickly!”
His lips curved into a cruel smile. The wolf poison spray he’d used was already taking effect, making my limbs feel heavy and sluggish.
The elevator lurched to a stop. Before I could react, his iron grip closed around my wrist.
“Let me go!” I shouted, struggling against his hold.
Pain shot through my injured hand as his fingers dug into the silver burn. The white bandage darkened with fresh blood, and I couldn’t suppress a sharp intake of breath.
He dragged me from the elevator with brutal efficiency. My feet stumbled over the polished floor as I fought against his grip.
“Help! Someone help me!” My voice cracked with desperation.
Can yanked me into an apartment and shoved me onto the leather sofa. I tried to shift, to call upon my wolf’s strength, but the poison had done its work.
Nothing happened. My wolf remained silent, trapped.
His cold body pressed down on me before I could scramble away. “Ah–have you gone crazy! Let me go!”
I drove my knee upward, aiming for his groin. My fingers wed toward his eyes with desperate fury.
Caught off guard, Can jerked backward to avoid my knee strike. My foot connected with his side, sending him stumbling.
I rolled off the sofa and grabbed the nearest weapon–a heavy tablemp. My dress cor hung torn<b>, </b>exposing pale skin. My hair fell in disheveled waves around my shoulders.
Can touched his chin<b>, </bing away with blood. His sneer was venomous.
“Not bad, wild enough<i>, </i>exciting enough.” His voice dripped with malice. “Much more interesting than those high–society whores.”
My grip tightened <i>on </i>themp. “Stay back!”
“No wonder Theodore went crazy looking for you everywhere.” He circled me like a predator. “Even making Matthew give <b>up </b>a political marriage to mark <i>you</i>.”
His eyes raked over my torn dress with disgusting hunger. “Looking at how scared you are now, I can’t help but want <b>to </b><b>f</b>**k you.”
He lunged forward with inhuman speed. “Let me taste you!”
I swung themp with all my strength. It connected with his skull in a shower of sparks <b>and </b>shattered ss.
Blood streamed down his face, making his gaze look demonic in <b>the </b>dim light. He grabbed my shoulders and mmed
me <b>against </b><b>the </b><b>ss </b><b>balcony </b><b>door</b>.
<b>The </b><b>impact </b><b>knocked </b><b>the </b><b>breath </b>from my lungs. His hands <b>tore </b>at my dress, ripping the fabric <b>further</b>.
<b>“</b><b>Help</b><b>–</b>I <b>screamed </b><b>at </b><b>the </b>top of my lungs.
<b>“</b><b>Go </b>on, scream!” He snarled<b>, </b>his face inches from mine. “I bought the entire building! It’s useless even if you scream your
<b>throat </b>out!<b>” </b>
His <b>head </b>dipped toward my chest. Revulsion and terror warred in my mind as his breath hit my skin.
I bit down on his ear with savage desperation. My teeth found flesh and bone.
“Ah!” He jerked back, striking me across the face.
The blow sent me crashing to the floor. Stars exploded behind my eyelids as pain radiated through my skull.
He touched his bleeding ear, his handing away crimson. “You b***h!”
I scrambled toward the door on hands and knees. My fingers found the handle and twisted frantically.
Nothing. It was locked from the outside.
As his footsteps drew near, fear surged through her, and he called out from outside. “You stinking b***h<b>, </b>I’m going to <b>f</b><b>**</b><b>k </b>you to death!”
He limped toward me, blood still streaming from his wounded ear. I fled into the nearest bedroom and mmed the door
behind me.
My shaking hands turned the lock just as his fists began pounding against the wood. The door shuddered with each impact.
My eyes swept the room desperately. Aptop sat open on the desk.
I lunged for it, my fingers flying over the keyboard. The video call connected almost instantly.
“Professor! Come save me!” Killian’s familiar face filled the screen.
“Olivia, where are you?” His voice was sharp with concern.
“I’m at-”
The door exploded inward in a shower of splinters. Can ripped thework cable from the wall, cutting the connection.
I backed toward the terrace, my heart pounding. Behind mey a drop of dozens of meters to the concrete below.
<b>“</b>Why are you doing this to me?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
“If it weren’t for you, Cynthia would be Matthew’s Luna.” His voice was ice–cold as he advanced.
He grabbed my arm and threw me onto the bed. I rolled away, putting the mattress between us.
I knew Gina and Cain would eventually find me. I just had to buy time.
“Whether I exist or not, Matthew would never mark Cynthia Mooncrest!” I spat.
Seeing I had nowhere to run, Can slowed his approach. His confidence was sickening. “Without you, Matthew would never have broken off the engagement with Cynthia back then!”
His words made <b>no </b>sense, but I didn’t have time to puzzle them out. He lunged across the bed.
I grabbed <b>the </b>discardedwork cable and wrapped it around his neck. For a moment<b>, </b>surprise flickered <b>in </b>his eyes.
Then his expression shifted <b>to </b>twisted amusement. “How wild! So <b>this </b><b>is </b>the way you like <b>it</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
He <b>broke </b><b>free </b>with astonishing strength<b>, </b><b>the </b><b>cable </b>snapping like thread. <b>But </b>something had changed.
I could feel my ws extending. The wolf poison was wearing off.
I <b>lunged </b><b>at </b>him with renewed fury, ws aimed at his throat. He caught my wrist, his grip like a vise.
“Much better,” he purred, his free hand sliding under my torn dress.
<b>A </b>furious roar echoed from the doorway. “Get away!”
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A ck shadow shed past<b>, </b>kicking Can against the wall with bone–crushing force. It was Theodore.
His eyes took in Olivia’s disheveled state, her torn dress, her terrified expression. Rage transformed his features into something inhuman.
He rained punch after punch on Can’s face and body. Blood sttered the walls with each impact.
A small figure darted into the room andtched onto Can’s leg. It was Leo.
“Bad guy! Who let you bully my mom!” the pup screamed, his small fists pummeling Can’s thigh.
Father and son worked in brutal harmony, beating Can until he was barely conscious. His face was a mask of blood
and swelling.
Captain Ryker rushed in, having subdued Can’s men in the hallway. “Alpha, Young Master, stop! Think of the
consequences!”
He grabbed Theodore’s arm as another punch was about tond. “The Luna is what’s important!”
The two finally stopped their assault. Can slumped against the wall, barely breathing.
Olivia stood frozen, her mind nk with shock and trauma. When her eyes met Theodore’s, she saw them overflowing
with love and desperate concern.
He shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her trembling shoulders. His arms encircled her, his body shaking with <i>rage </i>and fear.
“I’m sorry, Livy,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m sorry I waste.”
The terror finally caught up to her. Tears welled in her eyes as the full horror of what had almost happened crashed over
her.
But as she registered his embrace, she pushed him away with all her remaining strength. “Don’t touch me!”
He refused to let go, his voice soft and pleading. “I’ll take you to a healer. After that, I won’t touch you, okay?”
Heavy footsteps approached from the hallway. Matthew appeared in the doorway, his dark eyes taking in the scene with deadly calm.
He strode forward and forcefully pried Theodore’s arms away from Olivia. With a sharp shove, he sent Theodore stumbling backward.
Matthew pulled Olivia into his own protective embrace, his body forming a shield between her and the others.
His voice <b>cut </b>through the room like a de. “Grab him!”